Yes, Lord

Yes Lord, I should like to rest for a while,
After leaving Egypt with all her guile.
War horses and chariots now long gone,
No longer a prince, no longer a pawn.

Yes Lord, I should like to rest for a time,
After running for decades from my crime.
Yet you desired that I leave my small flock
To retrieve Yours, and bring them to the Rock.

Yes Lord, I should like to rest for an age,
And here, ever after, not be called sage.
For all I tell them, their necks are so stiff,
It's enough to make one jump off a cliff!

Broken tablets are all they have to show
For their pilgrimage, and twice pain and woe!
Listen well, said I, listen and obey,
I take leave of them now; I have had my say.

But You, O Lord, please give ear to them still,
For if You don't protect them, no one will.
They are Your people, Your name in the land,
Let them know they are ever under Your Hand.

Yes Lord, I think it's high time for my rest,
Please wake me up when You believe it best.